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Love is pain

A man ask a woman

What do you make of love?

She said love is pain

The pain of missing

Jealousy

Uncertainty

The pain that abuses your emotion

The pain that messes your mind and sanity

Then what is the beauty of love?

That we are spun

In the ecstasy of that pain

Together

16.02.05

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edi-supriyadi
Indonesian
Published
Mar 22, 2010
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